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There's a place I go toWhere no one knows meIt's not lonelyIt's a necessary thingIt's a place I made upFind out what I'm made ofThe nights are stayed upCounting stars and fighting sleep Let it wash over meReady to lose my feetTake me on to the place where one reviews life's mysterySteady on down the lineLose every sense of timeTake it all in and wake up that small part of meDay to day I'm blind to seeAnd find how farTo go -Catch and Release, Matt Simons -